Why Running Away From Motherhood Was The Best Thing I Ever Did

I was a little bit naïve when I became a Mum. And I don’t just mean about the HUGE amount of work involved in taking care of a baby.

Everybody gets whacked around the face with that one. It was more to do with how the woman I thought I was before childbirth suddenly turned into someone completely different. And how I’d have to get to know her all over again.

Whilst also trying to get to know my newborn. And we all know how long that takes. The timing couldn’t have been worse.

In my case, the old me bailed just as soon as my baby entered the world.

That self-assured, laidback, emotionally stable version of me sped out the hospital door just as fast as her bloated legs could carry her. I can still hear her screaming ‘Taxi!’ at the top of her lungs.

Couldn’t she have at least waited until l they had finished stitching me up?

That’s just manners, right? But as she merrily waved from the back of that speeding cab, she left behind a terrified newborn mother desperately wishing I was in that car with her.

The thing is I liked the old me. She had conquered her demons.

Shouting was something she hadn’t even thought about for the vast majority of her extremely self-involved 20’s.

Anger had no chance of ever overcoming her with all the personal time she had to contemplate her life lessons.

And as for Guilt? Well that was something she didn’t give even the tiniest of thought to. But V2.0? She was a whole new animal.

She thought and felt things the pre-Mom me didn’t even know were possible!

Shouting as her preferred form of communication. Anger at reinventing herself as a 24/7 carer of a baby who literally never stopped crying. I mean, who knew anyone could feel irritated by a beautiful baby boy? Guilt became a layer of tight-fitting clothing that she had never intended to buy let alone wear. But man, was it difficult to take off at the end of the day!

Or at any time actually. ‘Should I have breastfed for longer?’ ‘Should I have put him in his cot instead of letting him sleep in his stroller?’ ‘I should be holding him more, shouldn’t I?’ So it’s no surprise that I wasn’t very fond of the new me.

And with the old version slowly becoming a distant memory, the idea of even trying to get to know her wasn’t the least bit appealing.

So I ignored her completely.Until one day when the old me called me up out of the blue.

She’d been sipping cocktails by the pool when she realised that something just didn’t feel right.

A part of her was missing, she said.

And that part was me. So after a little conversation, we agreed to get together to see if we could come up with a whole new version that was acceptable to both of us.

One that encompassed her fun, care-free attitude with my newfound understanding of life from that whole new perspective of parenthood.Which is exactly what we did.

And although she never apologised for her total abandonment of me at a time when I really could have done with her support, I knew she was sorry. She simply couldn’t cope with the changes that were coming.

But I’m grateful she ran away. If she hadn’t, I’d never have known how important her fun and laughter were to my happiness.

And I’d never have known that my happiness would make such a HUGE difference to the happiness of my family.

Turns out that getting to know the new me was just as important as getting to know my new baby. And definitely just as rewarding.